No More (Googleplier x Reader)

6//Imperfect

(A/N at bottom.)

Mark finally woke up, his head hurting like hell and took in his surroundings. He notices the water bottle, the note, and a few snacks.

"Oh, thank God..."

Mark ate and drank almost immediately after seeing the goodies. While he practically inhaled his food, he read the note from Murhata and couldn't help but smile. Such a buff, scary guy, and yet, here he is holding a note from him on Pusheen-lined paper. He folds it neatly and slips it in his pocket.

Mark looks around again, his vision finally adjusting to the pitch-black, and sees several... questionable... objects and equipment in the room.

Somebody comes into the room. Then another person. Then 4 other people, all wearing a black lab coat.

"Where is he?"

"Did Murhata take our prized-possession?"

"He gets paid big bucks, I don't think he'll take the YouTuber from us."

From what Mark could gather, it was 2 guys and 1 girl talking.

"Quiet." Another female. "Boss is coming."

All that was heard in the room was the sinister taps of shoes.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Have you all studied for the big day today?"

There was a harmony of 'Yes' answers, and Mark was confused. Afraid, too. Why did he need to be here on this 'big day'?

Unless...

No. He didn't want to think about that.

His heart raced, and he knew he had to escape. The door was slightly open from where they came from, and it was, thank God, nowhere close to the group.

He paused for a moment, trying to think-

"Dearest YouTuber! You're alive!" A... well, Mark couldn't tell if it was a guy or girl. Wait... No, this wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't meant to be found. He had just finished his master plan to escape.

"Mark~. You know how special you are?"

"Special enough... that you sick bastard... took me away... from my own home... infront of millions... of people?!"

"Oooh. Did I do that? I don't recall seeing anything like that on the news. Someone! Show him!"

One of the group members ran up to him, showing him the latest news from that week. He's right, there is nothing about Mark. Yet, at least.

"See? Nobody is worried. Nobody is looking for you. And they sure as hell aren't-"

"TAKE THAT BACK!!" Mark launched up to fight the person, but was already outnumbered as the group members held him down. He struggled, but ultimately, couldn't move.

"Mark, my boy. You are mine now. We have much work to do on you."

...On?

Mark didn't like that.

They all picked him up, all the while Mark squirmed and kicked around, trying to escape his new, unfortunate fate.

"P-Please! You don't want me. I don't look good, I smell like soup, I- I- I don't even have a good body, I'll- I'll die! You wouldn't kill me... You can't... Please, let me go!"

"Someone tape his mouth shut. I'm tired of hearing him."

One of the members attempted, but Mark immediately bit him.